Fated for nothing more than writing with a pen
Which holds something no more extravagant than water
Thin, transparent
It's dipping down onto the floor
Slowly
Slowly a puddle forms from a bead infused with salt
Growing bigger and bigger
Until it mixes with liquid metal flooding from the bathroom
Hued with red dye
It's dipping down onto the floor
Slowly
Slowly a puddle forms from a bead infused with salt
Staining her gown, she can't clean it out
All the water has run dry
There's only dirt to clean with left